Waiting

Waiting

The new year is coming. And the old will softly slip away to sleep. I have a bed time habit I’ve inherited from my dad. Every night, before I turn out the last light, I walk over to the window. In the summer they’re usually wide open anyway. But in the...

Calling a spade a spade and evil…well…evil

There was a time in my life when I was a corporate attorney. I wore power suits, worked 80 hour weeks and sold my time in six minute increments. I wrote and researched and researched and wrote and almost always ate dinner at the firm every night of the week. And in...